No Sellout (f/ Koncrete) Lyrics - Eightball & Mjg

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah nigga 

Uh, uh, yeah, yeah 

Eightball nigga, Koncrete nigga 

Yeah, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah 

Spark the weed up turn the beat up let's get it popping 

It's on we dropping that homegrown ghetto to ghetto topic 

Flip shit rip shit quick bit sick with this shit here 

Explicit content misfits fear now let's get this shit clear 

This instant right here 

Set it I bet it they won't forget it I wrote I edit 

Call the paramedic, said I meant it, still in it to win it 

From start to finish no gimmick 

Got to give spinach ya timid 

I'm rugged so fuck it, I love it 

Dogs we stay above it corrupted 

From dawn to dusk so we can thug it 

(Naw) 

To all my broken kinfolkin' stressing keep on smoking 

Nick and Slick, Tone and Mint gotta hit the grind again 

Living dirty gots to get with it time to go and get it 

8ways we represent it all my noggins is demented 

Better watch them cars that's tinted you don't want to be up in it 

Swish this tre like Hardaway send they soldiers far away 

But I'm living on the corner got this hardened marijuana 

Know it's wrong but fuck that leave me where the bucks at 

Last year was hard this one looking even worser now 

Chilled from the start but my anger got me colder now 

Whatcha really gon' do round here 

We stuck like Chuck and we can't get out 

On the block and I'ma sell them rocks 

Rock come through and we got to open up shop 

(Yeah, Koncrete, Eightball like this right here) 

Yeah, yeah, that's how we do it nigga 

When I open up my mouth, you can hear the south 

Packing guns stacking funds, fuck selling out 

When I open up my mouth, you can hear the south 

Packing guns stacking funds, fuck selling out 

When I open up my mouth, you can hear the south 

Packing guns stacking funds, fuck selling out 

When I open up my mouth, you can hear the south 

Packing guns stacking funds, fuck selling out 

I got my nigga's with me 

You got a problem with something 

I say then come get me 

I'm in a southern city sipping on some cold Remy 

At the club looking at girls with big ass and titties 

The instrumental that you hearing came from Frank Nitti 

We do it big keep it gangsta got to stay gritty 

We on the rise real fast like gas prices 

The industry is bland so we came to add spices 

Heat it up beat it up thugs treat it up 

Transform it into something that's complete with us 

You didn't know I run with killers on a regular 

Conceal weapons rhyme skill is spectacular 

Little Nicky got my back, baby bear witness 

Get past him and you gonna have to deal with Tony Dimples 

Deon and Mint Green make it seem so simple 

8ways representing making other crews cripple 

You know I, you know I, I 

When I open up my mouth, you can hear the south 

Packing guns stacking funds, fuck selling out 

When I open up my mouth, you can hear the south 

Packing guns stacking funds, fuck selling out 

When I open up my mouth, you can hear the south 

Packing guns stacking funds, fuck selling out 

When I open up my mouth, you can hear the south 

Packing guns stacking funds, fuck selling out 

We rugged like cave-dwellers them haters be way jealous 

They speaking that haterism, you need to behave fellas 

We banging fo' sho now you'd think we be slow now 

Them 'Bama boys ripping hard, we make you say, "Oh now" 

I never come synthetic, the lyrical diabetic 

You should be apologetic for spittin' shit so pathetic 

So roll up the marijuana we hotter than Arizona 

Don't make Lil' Man put it on ya 

You sweating me like a sauna 

My nigga get real with it from here to Mobile with it 

We showing y'all still with it so nigga just deal with it 

Koncrete and the Fat Mack we sip on that cognac 

So let's get this platinum plaque so we can watch paper stack 

I be that nigga from the 'Bama, 'Bama got plenty of monogrammar 

Call me yo pussy-rammer dumping dick in yo mamma-jamma 

Pose for that camera cat be sweeter than Tropicana 

All for the fashion but I be like yo fuck the glamor 

My country grammar have bitches come out of pajama 

But not the shady one that get you throwed off in the slammer 

Me and my fama out there dirty be actin' nutty with [unverified] 

Keeping it smutty even the [unverified] 

Busters ain't wonder what they facing 

Niggas got them thoughts that longer than tele communications 

Wait for the [unverified] 

Slab we be blazing spitting that southern incantations 

When I open up my mouth, you can hear the south 

Packing guns stacking funds, fuck selling out 

When I open up my mouth, you can hear the south 

Packing guns stacking funds, fuck selling out 

When I open up my mouth, you can hear the south 

Packing guns stacking funds, fuck selling out 

When I open up my mouth, you can hear the south 

Packing guns stacking funds, fuck selling out 

When I open up my, damn hold up is that it?